| I come from a land where the straight blades crowned
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| And respect is as fleeting as rain coming down
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| And it feels like a crowd’s closing in when there’s no one around
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| And the gutters are washed not a sign of the glass
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| That I smashed as I lost everything from my grasp
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| I tried to hold what I had and defended too fast
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| Every moment I lost, over money and class
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| On the talk and the pride I would splutter and choke
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| From my father to me it was forced down my throat
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| And the dreams that I had filled the sky disappearing like smoke
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| But I held what I had and defended too fast
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| Every moment I lost like it might be my last
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| I could run I could hide but never as fast
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| As the shame that I felt over money and class
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| I could fight I could drink I could shout I could sing
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| I could light up a party but I didn’t fit in
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| Every door that was closed was a door that I had to kick in
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| And the walls fall upon me and my heart fills with fear
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| And all the time that I wasted all becomes clear
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| I was lost in the fight of my life
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| Over money and class
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| My body is aching and my lungs start to burn
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| Makes me sick to my stomach from waiting my turn
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| And I can’t feed the kids, pay the bills with the money I earn
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| My dreams disappear in the blood and the glass
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| And it all starts to rush and my heart’s beating fast
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| And I swear on the Bible with my fists clenched at last
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| I get trampled and crushed by the fear of the money and class
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| I could fight, I could drink, I could shout, I could sing
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| I could light up a party but I didn’t fit in
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| And every door that was closed was a door that I had to kick in
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| As the walls fall upon me my heart filled with fear
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| And all the time that I wasted all becomes clear
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| I was lost in the fight of my life
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| Over money and class
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| Over money and class
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| Oh, I was lost in the fight of my life
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| Over money and class
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| I’ve been lost in the fight of my life
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| Over money and class |